Mallev is a great artist and the cover offer hints of what makes him special. It feels like one of those Renaissance statue where the Virgin Mary was opening her arms and holding a wounded adult Jesus Christ. Well, for all the glory of the cover, the inside is almost as good. My main criticism concerns the rendering of Maximoff. She looks like Jean Grey. Maximoff is not Jean Grey. Where are the coarse curly hair and high cheek bones that have given the Scarlet Witch her renown gypsy look? Here, she looks Irish. Read Full Review

Perhaps it's the Civil War scheduling gaps that are to blame for this issue, as it seems likely that they've forced the writer to come up with a story that he never really wanted to write: there's definitely nothing earth-shatteringly important that arises out of this story to necessitate its telling, and it isn't presented with the kind of verve or energy that you can usually sense when a writer has a burning desire to share his ideas. Bendis is a good - if not great - writer when he's at his best, and it's sad to see Marvel continue to apply him to books which don't make the best of his strengths. I don't begrudge him the success he's enjoyed with this title; he certainly deserves it based on his past body of work, but I hope that he'll soon rediscover his writing mojo with a book he really cares about. Maybe his future collaboration with Maleev on Spider-Woman will be it, as there's definitely something special about their relationship that shines through, even in a below-average Read Full Review

See what happens when you dont put much dialogue into your books, Brian? I end up going on a rant about you. Go back to witty retorts and snarky quips. Some of your readers actually prefer that. Read Full Review

Instead shes a single woman in a small village whose food is stolen by children. When shes done being a victim, she falls into the other mode Bendis has for his non-emotionally crippled women: lover. Clint has come to her for vengeance, for answers, for absolution. But all he finds is sex, and he settles for that. Wandas frequent references to her spooky, unseen Aunt Agatha (obviously the crone to her maiden, still no nurturing mother to be found in her sterile world) hint at a deeper female enigma to be plumbed, but Agathas not really the ghost of this story. Neither is the confused, frustrated Hawkeye. Rather, that role falls to Wanda, because Bendis has stripped her of everything, including her color. Read Full Review

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